Kuaiwen: I earn a pension by breaking through the game

Chapter 306: Eighteen Bends on the Mountain Road (11)

Jiang Qiuchen's pupils contracted violently, and he resisted the urge to stab with the scissors in his hand.

He spoke weakly, his body trembling slightly and his voice clamped.

"Brother Dajun, you can't do that now."

"My mother-in-law said that we have to wait for a month until I am prettier and in better shape."

After hearing this, Dong Dajun grumbled a little unhappily.

"But I don't want to wait any longer. Other people's wives can go to bed as soon as they are bought. Why should I wait?"

"I think you are already very beautiful, more beautiful than any other wife bought by other people in the village."

Seeing Dong Dajun's puzzled look, Jiang Qiuchen couldn't think of what to say to him for a moment, and he stood there anxiously biting the dry dead skin on his lips.

Although Dong Dajun was a fool, he was influenced by his surroundings and was quite curious about this matter.

Seeing that Jiang Qiuchen didn't say anything, Dong Dajun lowered his head and moved towards where she was.

Jiang Qiuchen's heart was filled with alarm. She had finally managed to calm down Old Lady Dong, and she must not allow any problems to occur with Dong Dajun.

"Oh, don't worry, I'll cut your hair first."

Being stupid has its advantages. Dong Dajun can only think about one thing in his mind. If something new comes up, he will definitely not be able to handle it.

As expected, when Dong Dajun heard that he was going to have his hair cut, he sat down cooperatively.

Jiang Qiuchen held the scissors with skill and dexterity, but the scissors were a bit blunt and would occasionally get stuck in the coarse hair.

In between haircuts, Jiang Qiu cleared his throat and guided her softly.

"Brother Dajun, do you like me to chat with you?"

In order to avoid loose hair from getting into his eyes, Dong Dajun closed his eyes and answered seriously.

"I like it. Your voice is sweet, like the strawberry candy that I can't bear to eat."

Jiang Qiuchen took advantage of the victory and continued speaking.

"Since strawberry candy is so rare and you can't bear to eat it, should you save it?"

"I'm not feeling well right now. If I sleep with you now, I'll get sick soon, and if I get sick, I'll die."

"When people die, they are gone, just like melted candy!"

Hearing that she would not get pregnant, Dong Dajun became a little anxious. In order to buy a wife, he had lived frugally for several years, and he couldn't let her not get pregnant like this.

"So serious? Then I don't want it!"

"I'd better listen to you and wait a little longer!"

Sure enough, compared with a greater loss, the momentary desire can be suppressed.

Jiang Qiuchen continued to deceive people.

"Yes, now that I'm here, I will stay here and accompany you forever."

"In order for me to be with you for a long time in the future, I have to take good care of my body now."

Looking at Jiang Qiuchen's serious expression, Dong Dajun became more confident in this matter.

Then he looked around and whispered mysteriously.

"I just gave you a fried egg, but you didn't eat it. Is it because you are afraid of my mother?"

After hearing this, Jiang Qiuchen's mouth twitched. Of course she was scared.

In this damn place, every one of them is a time bomb. She paused the previous one, and the next one popped up soon.

But who knows if Dong Dajun will talk nonsense and exaggerate what he says to Old Lady Dong? Wouldn’t that be asking for trouble for her?

Thinking of this, Jiang Qiucheng shook her head gently, indicating that she didn't mean that. Seeing her reaction, Dong Dajun thought he had guessed wrong and scratched his head in frustration.

"Really? I thought you didn't want to eat it because you were afraid. Otherwise, how could anyone refuse a delicious fried egg?"

"You said you wanted to take care of your health, so how about I secretly give you the poached eggs to eat in the future?"

Hearing this, Jiang Qiuchen's eyes widened slightly, not understanding what Dong Dajun was doing.

"Hey, I promise not to tell my mom!"

"Will you like me more this way?"

Dong Dajun put his hands on his knees, his face full of urgency, and for a moment Jiang Qiuchen imagined him as a big dog wagging its tail to please.

Although she didn't like Dong Dajun, Jiang Qiuchen didn't mind adding some nutrition to herself.

He immediately curled up the corners of his mouth and said with pretended emotion.

"Really? Thank you, Brother Dajun."

After receiving the affirmation, Dong Dajun looked very proud, as if he had accomplished something great.

According to Jiang Qiuchen's estimation, on weekdays, this old lady Dong takes care of everything and arranges every detail of Dong Dajun's life.

Although Dong Dajun has grown into an adult, his mentality and living habits are still at the child's stage.

Old Mrs. Dong felt sorry for him, so she was reluctant to ask him to do even the basic chores, let alone farm work.

Every day, Dong Dajun was either in a daze or going to other people's homes to watch the fun.

If you have not completed any tasks, you will naturally not receive any recognition, but people do have this need, and the power brought by recognition cannot be ignored.

Jiang Qiuchen seemed to suddenly understand how to get along with Dong Dajun. He could tell him to do something like training a dog or exercising a child.

Out of self-growth and the child's mischievous nature, perhaps he would not tell these to Grandma Dong.

In the interval of daydreaming, my hair was almost cut.

Jiang Qiuchen took the red plastic mirror from the table, held it in his hand, and motioned for Dong Dajun to look at it.

"Come, my hair is cut, see if you like it."

Dong Dajun came over excitedly, shaking his head in front of the mirror, looking very satisfied.

"luv't!"

After calming the ancestor down like coaxing a child, Jiang Qiuchen cleaned up the scene and left.

Old Mrs. Dong has cleaned up the kitchen and is now feeding the chickens in the yard.

After hearing the noise of Jiang Qiuchen coming out, he gave the order coldly without even raising his head.

"Put on the backpack in the corner, grab a hoe, and go dig potatoes with me."

Jiang Qiuchen turned sideways and saw the prepared tools. He immediately stepped forward and carried them on his back swiftly.

"Okay, mother-in-law, I'll be right there."

The two figures walked out of the house one after another. After they left, Dong Dajun also came out of the yard and walked towards the village with ease.

The entire village is distributed along a line, with low density between houses and few neighbors on the left and right.

If there is nothing to do on weekdays, everyone will gather at the ancestral hall at the entrance of the village, which is a place for common activities.

A few people got together, chatted, played cards, and the whole day passed like this.

Old Mrs. Dong never restricted Dong Dajun when she went out, because there were only those places in the village where he could go. When it was time for dinner, she didn't need to call him, as other people in the village would urge Dong Dajun to go home for dinner.

It has always been like this, and it is also like this today.